Photographer in the rain

Spring has most definitely arrived. Granted, it's still the Chicago area so who knows what next week will bring? But it's been warm and rainy and wonderful for several consecutive days now.

With the rain, we've had a couple of mild thunderstorms, the kind with the distant rolling thunder and lighting that flashes broadly in the sky, almost completely disconnected from its attendant soundtrack.

Having the bedroom windows open has been a novelty for N and a couple of days ago, we were standing in my bedroom, looking out at the trees in the rain. Some rumbles of thunder prompted the question, "Is that thunder?" followed by "Is it going to kill us?"

The best came when lightning flashed bright, all-emcompassing, lighting up the trees and the room and us. He stepped back, surprised, and said, quite seriously, "Hey! Who took that picture of us?"